Vindictive

August 27, 2008

By Cynthia M., Dulles, VA

Strike a match in space and watch it blow out. Your telephone cord stretches only so far around your waist, perhaps just to the next suns over. (old light whispering out, dancing into leering black holes). Dial 9-1-1 and you’ll get me on the other end, lipstick covering the mouthpiece hold please for inter-galactic calls, I’ll say, hanging up -- watching you stutter into space.

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